Takes a soul.
It is a joyful thing to be a society bare and slim and slick and open
to and ready for speed, creed, need, bleed, seed, feed, corruption.
Smiles and emptiness and void and owners, vassals, slaves, sighs,
styes, lies, tries, cries, dies, trips to heaven and hell and back again
are the trips to moons and suns and stars and light.
Without benefit of soul.
Corruption of purpose, void of means in the absence of dreams, fueled by spleens, schemes ….
Corruption of purpose, void of means, prisoner of reams of latent needs to never seem …. corrupt ….
Corruption of purpose, void of means, nothing in the middle of daily life …..
Souls and things and depths and flings with staunch and true and worth ….
Takes a soul.
Never to be seen.
Don’t make them any more.
Not bankable.
Too stern.
For fairies and scum.
The dumb ……
the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…
Tribal this and tribal that.
Tribal this and tribal that.
Tit for tit.
Tit for tat.
Ream and spat.
Speak and sigh.
Move lips and lie.
Fit words to cause.
Fit cause to war.
Tribal we are.
Tribal we were.
Tribal we shine and shall be to be free.
Take no qualms.
Take no mercy.
Heads on spears are music.
Need to churn.
Need to burn.
Need to tame.
Need to maim.
Need to game.
Keepers of and from the flame.
I am just.
Lame and stained.
I am mean.
Bare my teeth.
Supreme.
Hand to God.
Hand to heavens.
Blood on.
Blood on mouth.
Sharp teeth.
Massacre.
